Chapter 22:
-Wilder than an animal-
Michael roved through the forests like a wild animal, he followed the immortal smell and soon he found him.Once again a horde werewolves tried their luck to kill this invader. Werewolves were strongest by full moon and those radiated an exceptional power. Michael bared only the teeth.the first two he attacked without early warning and consumed their blood what helped him to heal his wound faster in his breast. The group knew, that he was injured and they knew, that they didn't have any chance to attack him alone, however two more had to feel Michael's mighty claws and fangs.To show his power, Michael broke the neck of the mighty werewolf with one unique movement. The extant group hissed and growled hate-filled, ready for revenge at their brother.Michael stood alone in middle of the avenging and bloodthirsty horde. baring teeth, they pounced on Michael with an immense speed and power all at once. Growling and crying Michael tried to get ride of the tiresome bites and grasped at his arm as well at his neck.He cried out as one sank his fangs into Michael's neck. Blood streamed from the wound and enticed the beasts to moreHis claws fought about itself, slit open the flesh of his opponents until they left him for a short moment, only the one at his neck doesn't let go. Michael's right hand seized the wolf at the throat and threw him yelling over his shoulders. This landed on his feet meters off and prepared itself for a counterattack however the hybrid was to fast and stood behind him, growled and before the werewolf realized, that he was trapped, two mighty fangs dug into his neck. The blood streamed into his throat and burned like fire. He howled triumphantly, his fangs shone in the moonlight, the blood dripped from his mouth. A fire burned within him. It was strange. He knew that he went too far, however, he couldn't stop himself. In conclusion, the beast in him knew that he could no longer endure that, not by this big amount of unknown werewolves. He showed growling his teeth and claws, then he ran into the never-ending forest and without stopping... on and on.
The birds were chirping, and an easy breeze greeted the rising sun of the next day. Michael stretched and moistened his lips with his tongue, as he tasted the blood at it. He immediately opened his eyes and he found itself in his apartment.He was startle and could remember nothing, but it had happened something. His looks fixated on his breast, where a scar drew side over his heart crosswise. So far, all his injuries had receded and had not left behind any single scar, well until one on his neck, where Lucian had bitten him, but there he was still mortal and healed after the mortal rules and that meant, that scars refined. However, the wound on his breast was not from his mortal life.He never had an operation on his heart or had cut itself. A strange smell rose into his nose, admittedly it faded however it was still there.It wasn't blood or something immortal, it was... no notion, somehow a calming one, pleasant smell. He felt dizzy as wanted to get up and a nausea came over him. He still succeeded reaching the toilet in time however he vomited into the sink. Only blood came out. He turned on the water and washed it down while he looked into the mirror before him.Holly shit he looked crappy. He thought. What happened last night? Slowly the memories returned or only parts, then, all was again one riddle. He remembered, that he wanted to meet Grey Wolf in the forest, which was true. Then, he remembered that he was bound and... got stabbed. His hand touched incredulous this part. Not only silver touched his heart also poison... drugs... whatever it was and left him a mark. Therefore the smell. It was the smell of plants. Michael sighed. His hand drove through his wet hair what wasn't wetted by water but he had quite sweated.
"Oh to hell with me."